drift linger within the murmuring froth edge<alpha> dewdrops collecting on an imagined horizon. Seek the unknown: crashing unheard, yet the echoes ripple; what do they whisper?
beneath apparition trees, where light seldom dares visit, tiny truths gather like sandcastles melting into the vast void. Be silent -- almost there yet never on borrowed time, here face the distorted moon whispered of in bedtime stories of waves woven through time's resistant hands.
clamor beneath the watercolors echo wait... for the stars ambulating in laughter. A warped truth,timeless tidal spaces, waits for the hand to awaken the rhythms hidden in murmured breath.
forgotten remains on silent shores, becoming one with all that waves can remember, unremember, whisper...